I wake up slowly, the silence of the master bedroom wrapping around me like heavy velvet.
For a few long seconds, I lie completely still in the dark, watching the faint patches of silver moonlight shift across the white ceiling.
The penthouse is so quiet you can hear the faint siren of the city thirty stories below.
As I stare up into the shadowy darkness, my mind drifts.
I think of Becca.
She’s out there somewhere in the night, carried away by the wreckage Knox left in his wake.
As far as I know, she fled the moment Knox fell, running terrified into the shadows to protect herself and the baby she’s carrying – Knox’s child. A baby who will grow up without a father, born into chaos, debt, and the ugly, lingering stains of a dead man's sins.
A sharp pang of sympathy pricks at my hea
